In the morning, in the light, I love you day and night, Isn’t it good, isn’t it right. No matter when it seems, It’s easy to dream — Love’s sweet dreams. This amazing feeling flies, Blazing across the… Read More ›
Poetry
Tonight She Won’t be Alone
He lies alone in an alley, no job, no life, no home. Pink umbrella under a window, she works all alone. Black BMW passes slowly, wipers cutting the unknown. Curled in a bloody corner, he moans and… Read More ›
I Read You Were Lost
I read you were lost, Sitting on my bed Too drained From my daughter’s Good-bye. I couldn’t stop Reading. It will be months, Before she’s back In our lives. On a tropical beach Clouds streaming Across a salt-filled… Read More ›
The Pacific is Never Blue
Coastal currents creating Rip-tides of aqua and turquoise. Rolling waves crashing in white Flames on black jagged lava. Brown seed pods bobbing Buoyant in white effervescent froth. Lucent crabs piercing grayish Bubbles on moist brown sand. Hibiscus flutter maddeningly Red under swaying palms…. Read More ›
My Life is Falling Apart
My life is falling apart And it’s your fault. We need to get it together Once and for all. I know you. You’re pushing me so I’ll Leave. Punishing me emotionally. Why are you – Fighting me? Why else – Do you… Read More ›
My Heart Aches for You
My heart aches for you To the depth of my soul. My desire to help you, Protect you, save you, Reaches across worlds To embrace and comfort you. My heart aches for you To stand in place of you… Read More ›
She Agrees to Meet Him
She agrees to meet him at the grocery Co-op to talk about her work. Who could complain there in such a public place about him being nearly sixty and her being younger than his daughter turning twenty? He arrives… Read More ›
Families
Lives lived and lost in time. Who were they and why did they die? I thought you knew back when I was young, But it was a lie. Time passes So fast. Details become someone’s generalities and Subtleties lose their… Read More ›
So He’s Dead
So he’s dead. A life well lived, Lived well. So they said. Died yesterday. Born eighty years ago, Died in a coma – 104 days from diagnosis. A man we thought would Live forever. Twenty-three years my senior, Who admonished… Read More ›
Winter
It’s cancerous! Snow-like, drifting through our lives. Silence, long and sad. Friends emerging, suffering, Madness, sweeping through our lives. It’s freezing! Wake up! Your touch so cold. ****
Catching a Train
I have this old, cardboard Suitcase, black, rusty-claps shut, More like a trunk really, Hidden with years and curiosities. This old, cardboard – Suitcase, stuffed-full, packed – Away, nearly-forgotten. My trunk. More like a suitcase, really, That tramps would use… Read More ›
Waimea Bay
She crosses the sand aloof The cool loner on a retreat, No one owns her but the sea and the beach. She chooses her spot Unties the mid-drift knot Of her unbuttoned shirt. Casually she steps out of her… Read More ›
Pecos
I know How a run-over Road runner Feels. A crushed Red carcass Under Texan wheels.
Life, the Paradox, the Puzzle
LIfe: Smashing Mashing Mud The Paradox: Exciting Flashing Neoplastic Orgy of action Lashing Bashing Arcade crazed Pinball crashing The Puzzle: If everything Fit together I would tear it apart How else does one Reach that paradox That paradise… Read More ›
Vision
I once Believed I held A vision, But it Was all in — My head. Everything I say Says Nothing, And nothing — Needs said. Where have I gone To come To this? I wish I —
In the Ocean Fog Is a Specter
In the ocean fog Behind the shadows — of swirling mist, Stalks a specter With a seducer’s kiss. Across the marshes In the seeping sigh — of his gray cloak cover, Creeping softly forward The specter seeks a lover…. Read More ›
The Spider’s Widow
I stood on stairs. Shadow in night. My parents’ bed, wretched sight: Spider’s limbs relaxed, coarse hairs lying back. Mother’s fingers, diamond-studded, reaching over – liar, strokes a silvery web so soon, so soon after. Daddy, oh Daddy stung dead. ****
Kittens, Rabbits, and other Soft Things
Your eyes are alive As a smiling moon Whispers in the night. Beautiful Did I mention to say? Alive Alive Happy and alive I soar Miles beyond my stride.
Cat Night
This night is cool, Not like some nights When it slaps and jostles you, Like a cat swatting A cockroach between its paws, Until you escape inside, Only to be tormented With its maddening meows To come out and wrestle…. Read More ›
You Aren’t What You Say Poem
You aren’t what you say, Better off that way; You are what you said, Alive or dead.
My Old Man
My old man I saw him last night. He was standing there in slippers, Pajamas, Bathrobe tied tight. He said — He had trouble with his hearing, He had trouble with his sight, But, he said, Don’t worry, Jonathan, It’s… Read More ›
Monstrosities
I saw a girl today wearing the mask of a retard. Her arms were screwed on backwards. I gritted my teeth in the cold and turned away, thinking about rape – And women, and a boy who says a- super… Read More ›
Promises Promises
She slept with a frog She thought him a prince I slept with a dog Haven’t seen her since
Waking up Sunday
Coarse-haired Pigs. Grunting in our pens, on our sides, Covered in pig shit, So content to lie lazy And fill out fat For the farmer’s butcher. I am the cold bacon Beside your tasteless eggs On the breakfast… Read More ›
Drowning Poem
I found myself drowning In a sea of love And like the Nautilus I couldn’t get help from above But unlike the Nautilus It wasn’t a major expedition I went to a fishing hole I was only fishing.
Epilogue
My father Sinking in After all these years Him again.
Lynn and Hun’s Porch
I. In the city of white, The streets are wide White and low, And the sky Hangs wide White and low. And Lynn waters his flowers: They grow, Like wild jungle creepers To mumble of the show, As cars rumble… Read More ›
Sidewalk
Slick Black Shoes Chat Click Clack Click Clack
I Feel Like Hanging Myself
I feel like hanging myself In a closet. Maybe behind the door, On a strong steel hook, Dangling off the floor, Or drawn through A wooden hanger, So I wouldn’t crease, Drooping, limber, lifeless, Till all movements cease, Till like… Read More ›
Julius Swope’s Station
Who asked for the maddening dance of Swirling summer leaves And huge pre-storm rain droplets Bashing against a dizzying jumble of Dented cars and old farm trucks. Hovering under a tormented awning, I am captured by the abrupt swell, A surprised spectator,… Read More ›
Patty Hearst
I imagine you sitting shoeless On the weathered steps Of a sparse plank porch, Lost in a spider’s web Of bad, back county roads Where water pumps And outhouses Are just another slice Of homemade bread. Only in my mind… Read More ›
Pamela Poem
I love you/ I hate you I’m inconsistent that way; I’m a merry-go-round Up and down each day. I ignore you/ I adore you I can’t keep it straight; You’re a bowl of mixed vegetables Carrots awful, peas great.
The Lion and the Porcupine
Opps! Look at me — As I turned to trot, Tail swishing sly, That horn-rimmed, steel quilled Porcupine Pricked My Impregnable hide, Opening me wide, And A pretentious roar Turned cold And An adolescent Coughed.
Illusions
I saw myself a tiger, You said, lamb, instead; I saw myself a dagger, Butter knife, you said.
Attraction/Repulsion
I was always kind of negative (Just another peculiarity of life) And at the slightest friction I would become heated And explode And bite. You were always kind of positive (A delicate if not remarkable host) When you were… Read More ›
On what the blind hear and the deaf see
When you looked over — as if to talk, I stared at the coffee table, Hiding behind the chocolate Splattered glasses, Creeping over the spaghetti Crusted plates, Sneaking in amongst the torn Pages of a People Magazine. Sometimes Like the… Read More ›
The Explanation
He shovels his walk Like an old man, Pleased at having Something to do with His hands and mind, Grateful for the excuse To stand in the winter sun And peer at salt-crusted cars.
Lover
She sticks out through the sores, Though the room is full of blisters. She seeps through the stench Of the pus-people, Removing the filth bandage, Reviving the gangrene limbs, Restoring two hundred pounds To a bed-ridden invalid.
Fishies
I swim in her lips I swim along She swallows my movement She swallows my song
The Bar/The Dance
She wags her ass In front of his nose Like some bitch in heat Shimmering Shimmering Until his wild eyes cloud And his nostrils flair Swimming Swimming Until he lurches forward In his crude doggy paddle Humping straddle Humping straddle… Read More ›
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